It was a third time now the Order would be started, twice re-started and he hoped this would be the final time. For every time the Order was around a Wizarding War is around for that is the reason it was ever called forth, to prevent Voldemort and his followers. Now just his followers, more of them, children of the others, anger and evil breed into them to kill and enjoy. The older man grabbed his walking cane and walked out of the pub in muggle London he had been in while waiting to leave for Grimmauld Place. Turning into an alleyway, he was gone with a loud crack and appeared in front of Grimmauld Place as he walked forward the number 12 spot became clear and visible. Soon the old man was standing in the entrance way of the Orders headquarters closing the door behind him. He gave a little sigh, this in fact was his third war as well he had lived through each one the first one had been in his twenty’s, a young Auror who was eager to help fight and conquer the evil. Now he was old, still a fighter but wiser and had more agendas then just saving the magical world and taking out the Death Eaters. He made his way slowly down the long hallway using his cane to help him walk as he bore a slight limp for the evening.

Damn curse, damn death eater thought Arik as he entered the kitchen of the house and noticed no one was in it. He took out small flask with the golden engraved letter ‘W’ in it, and took a swig of it before pocketing it back into his robes, he took a seat at the long table at one of ends and brought out his small red book and started looking through it. He read from the book taking time on each page to make sure he got everything that had been written down into his mind. His entire mind was focused on the book and every word even how it had been written down was analyzed by the old man as he awaited for the arrival of the other members of the Order.

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